Tobias slowly opened his eyes, the bright room making him recoil for a moment. His whole body felt fuzzy, and he couldn't remember where he was. When Tobias tried to move, he found that he couldn't, his hands were tied behind his back, and secured to the chair he was in. He made an attempt to talk, to call out for Chris, but all that came out was muffled gibberish.
Tobias' head bobbed a couple times as he slowly became more aware. He was in a room, a dark dilapidated room that sent shivers down his spine. Tobias quivered at a sudden pain in his face as he slowly regained a memory.
He was walking down the street, shopping bags occupying both hands, filled with candy for the upcoming holiday; Halloween. It was, after all, both Chris' and Tobias' favorite time of the year, and they never held back. Tobias was two blocks away from his safe and cozy apartment, where Chris would be waiting with his mask on, ready to scare Tobias;Tobias never showed up. He was snatched into a dark alley by the scarf that was around his neck. His attempt to scream was met with a punch that sent him crashing to the ground, and a final kick to the same spot sent Tobias into the darkness that was his unconscious mind. His attacker picked up Tobias and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him to a nearby car where he restrained the unconscious Tobias with rope and tape, even with the doubt that he'd wake up soon.
Arriving at an abandoned apartment complex, the man took off Tobias coat and scarf, stuffing it into a box with a note.
This is what he dropped at the apartment door for Chris to find.
"To the infamous Christopher-
3654 Creekside Lane
Come alone if you ever want to see your boy toy again.
With Love~~ H."
He knocked before he ran off, guarding his hostage, smiling to his genius self.
Tobias looked around the room, moonlight the only thing exposing the monster that hid in the dark. An attempt to move his feet was met with resistance, tied to the chair as well.
"Hello~" A cheery voice echoed. Suddenly... he was in Tobias' face, a gigantic smile from ear to ear showing off his insanity. Tobias eyes went wide, the blood rushing out of his face as he breathed a ragged breath. "You're awake." The man mused. "Oh, baby boy..." he laughed a chilling laugh."don't look so scared." He used a finger under his chin to keep eye contact between himself and Tobias; Tobias snatched his hand away from the mans finger, only to have the man now grab Tobias by the chin with his whole hand, a crushing pressure in his jaw making him squirm against the ropes, a few whines escaping Tobias. "Don't pull away from me." The man said, a dark demeanor encompassing him. He let Tobias go, surprisingly gentle as he did.
"Your knight in shining armor will be here soon, don't get your boxers in a twist, baby." The man said with his back to Tobias, his hands fiddling with something on the only table in the room.
Out of nowhere, Chris came barreling through the door, completely knocking it off its hinges. "TOBIAS?!" Chris regained his balance before he noticed the man standing 2 feet from Tobias. Chris' heart broke at the sight of blood running down the side of Tobias' head and the shiner that reflected the moon light in a painful way. Then anger took over as he starred down the barrel of a gun, his eyes finally meeting with the eyes of the mysterious man.
"Holland!" Chris said, the name dripping with anger and spite as it escaped his lips.
"Hi Christopher." Holland happily said. "Nice to see you after all this time too." He smiled a psychotic grin.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Chris yelled.
"I'm playing a game. ImadeitmyselfandIthinkyouwillloveit." Holland sighed out, the smile never fading from his face.
"I don't want to play your-" Chris started, interrupted by Holland. "You don't have much of a choice!" He yelled back, the smile disappearing for a second, coming back with even more evil intentions than the first time.
"It goes this way. I could shoot you," his head cocks to the side quickly. "And he lives. OR!" Holland yelled with excitement in his voice. "I kill your lover boy here!" The gun now pointing at Tobias' head. Chris took a step closer at this threat to Tobias' life. "AH AH AH." The gun now touching Tobias' right temple. "Wouldn't want any slip ups would we?" Holland teased.
"Now here's where the fun begins. You choose to either... sacrifice yourself." The gun wavers back to Chris. "Or kill your 'baby boy' here." The gun once again pointed at Tobias' head.
"Your choice is what makes the game fun." Holland admitted. "Why are you even doing this, Holland?" Chris asked, the anger still seeping out of his mouth as he spoke. "Because it's fun... and because..." like fluid, Holland was behind Tobias, talking into his ear while his eyes stayed glued to Chris. "He got to have you." Genuine hate stuck to Tobias ear.
Tobias and Chris met eyes, a mental conversation between them. Chris shook his head, knowing what Tobias wanted him to do. With tears, Tobias nodded slowly, widening his eyes more, asking if Chris understood what he was saying. Holland began to snicker behind Tobias, both their attention focusing on him now. "Oh no, don't let me interrupt you... but I do have to say..." Holland smiled as he looked at his watch. "You have 10 seconds to make a choice!" Chris' eyes widened at his and Tobias let out a breath he had been unconsciously holding.
"Me." Chris said, Tobias' eyes widened as he shook his head, a single tear running down his cheek and soaking into the cloth around his mouth. Chris let out a choked sigh.
"Let me just start by saying, I admire your heroism, such a matyr you are, and I respect your choice, I really do."
And the trigger was pulled. And the loud bang echoed off the walls.
And a pained yell could be heard, even to the streets below. The pain of a heart being shattered into a million pieces.
Tobias was slumped in the chair. The sound of blood hitting the floor slowly became a drip as Chris' fell to his knees, the look of defeat splattered on his face.
The laughing maniac brought Chris back to his senses. Without hesitation, Chris tackled the man, the gun clattering to the ground, sliding across the room. Chris cried pain filled tears as he slowly beat the man under him, his face quickly becoming disfigured, but the smile not ever disappearing from his face or Chris' mind.
Written with the help of WalkingCancer
